I love my job.

Almost nobody feels it about the whole thing at once. Ask a delivery driver and you tend to get the empty roads before six, the radio, the third street where the dog always comes to the gate — and not much about the rest of it.

Affection at work attaches to particulars: one task you are good at, one person on the same shift, the twenty minutes when everything is quiet and going right.

That is not a smaller version of it. It is the actual shape of it, for most people who would say yes without hesitating.